Darkly handsome and dangerously sexy, these voracious vampires are out for blood—and bound for eternal love…
Dark Secret by Hannah Howell
Alone in the world, Murdina Dunbar sets out in search of the only family she has left—and finds an ally in the mysterious Sir Gillanders Baldwin. Something about her sexy protector stirs her blood. Soon, not even the whispers that he’s a dangerous demon can keep her from his bed….
Never Been Bitten by Erica Ridley
Rumored to be a vampire, the rakish Mr. Macane is ravishing all the ladies of the ton! Yet, Miss Elspeth Ramsay cannot bring herself to tremble in his presence. But once Ellie feels the touch of his teeth at her throat, she finds herself biting him back! Surely this sudden bloodlust can only mean danger for her family—and her heart….
Highland Vampire by Diana Cosby
As King of the Highland Coven, vampire Aedan MacGregor knows that falling for the fey Rowan Campbell could destroy her. But one taste of her healing blood and he craves her like no other. Dare claim her as his own, knowing he might lose her forever?
The two crosses were simple, the letters carved into the wood
neat but obviously done by an untrained hand. It would not be
long before the words were stolen away by the wind and rain. A
shiver went through Murdina Dunbar, and she knew it had nothing
to do with the bite of chill in the wind. Her aunt and uncle
had been buried in unconsecrated ground.
Murdina sighed and fought the urge to weep. It was not so
much grief that caused the sting of tears in her eyes as it was a
crushing disappointment. She had traveled so far to find her aunt
and uncle, hoped for a cousin or two as well. Every step of the
way she had prayed that she would soon be part of a family again.
Instead, she found herself still alone. Utterly alone.
“If ye be looking for their demon spawn, ye are too late. She
and that bairn she hid are gone.”
Demon spawn? Murdina turned to look at the man who had
spoken to her, annoyed with herself for being so lost in self-pity
she had not heard his approach. He was short, filthy, and had a
belly that revealed he ate too well far too often. The intuition
that had cursed her for her whole life immediately marked him
as ignorant and brutal.
“What do ye mean by demon spawn, sir?” she asked, and
knew her anger over his words had seeped into her tone, for his
muddy brown eyes narrowed with wary malice.
“The mother was a witch, aye? What else could she have been
with all her potions and love of the night, eh?” He scratched his
belly. “We took care of the lassie’s witch of a mother, but no one
wanted to hurt the lass, too. She was a healer like her mother,
and we didnae want to be left with no healer at all, did we? Then
wee Adeline, their demon spawn, took in that cursed bairn.
Wheesht, there was nay denying that the bairn was Satan’s own.
Anne herself said so when she tried to be rid of the bairn that
demon had begotten on her, but the lass saved it. We tried to
get rid of the lad ourselves after that, but she ran off with him.
Young Adeline guarded that lad as if he were her own.”
Good for her, Murdina thought, proud of her cousin. “Where
did she run to?”
“Why do ye care? Ye are weel shed of the likes of her.” He
looked her over. “Though, now that I get a good look at you, I
see ye have the look of her and her fool da. All that cursed red
hair, too. Blood will tell, aye?”
“Will it? Then ye will be verra pleased to learn that I dinnae
intend to linger here. As soon as ye tell me where Adeline went,
I will leave.”
“Dinnae ken where she went, do I? Some of our men chased
her, but they didnae return. Another lot of fools went out ahunting
for her, and they did stop here for a wee while. One of their
men was hurt. They said the lass had taken up with one of those
demons one hears tales of. MacNachtons the mon called them.
One of them demons was helping the lass protect the bairn, and
they were all headed toward the far hills,” he said and nodded,
pointing toward the north.
Murdina sighed, picked up the reins of her sturdy pony, and
started to walk in the direction he had waved his short, dirty finger
“ ’Tis said no one returns from those hills,” he called after
“I certainly willnae be returning, whether I go to those hills
Her heart was choked with grief and sympathy for her cousin.
Poor Adeline, Murdina thought, although she was pleased to discover
she had a cousin and the cousin’s name. Adeline was as
alone as she was, however. All her cousin had was a bairn that
fools like that filthy man behind her wanted to kill. Her cousin
would need help to protect the child, she decided. The man marked as a demon by superstitious fools might not have stayed
with Adeline. All Murdina had to do now was find her cousin.
As she looked toward the distant hills, she hesitated and shivered,
but quickly stiffened her spine. The hills were shrouded in
a heavy mist despite the fact that it was a bright, sunny day. It
made her uneasy, but she shook off the tickle of fear that tried
to take root in her heart. If she had to track her cousin into those
ominous mists, she would do so. Now that she knew she had
family left, she would allow nothing to stop her from finding Adeline.
Not even wild, frightening talk of demons.